Joseph set out on a joumey.
He'd plenty of gold in his purse.
He'd a cloak on his back and a sword at his side
and he rode a remarkable horse.

Joe called this special horse Marvel.
He really believed she could speak.
But so far she hadn't opened her mouth,
though he'd owned her for over a week.

One day, as Joe trotted quietly
along a green, leafy lane,
a storm blew up, with a flash and a bang,
bringing thunder and lightning and rain.

At the side of the road sat a beggar,
who yelled: `I' m about to freeze.
The wind has blown my blanket away.
Help me! Oh help me, please!'